Well, I did the best my soft pink hands could muster. I hope you appreciate the handicap I’m burdened with.

First, yes, that’s an Oura. And I’ll talk to Jeff if I have to. But “soft pink hand?” I don’t care for the implication there. I’ll have you know that my fingertips are deeply calloused. I can type.

Thank you, sir. That press was pretty fun to operate. In a pinch, I think it could reduce your refrigerator to edible pieces. We were constantly warned to keep our hands off the printing surface.

Leaving Dodge turned out to be pretty easy. Leaving friends behind is hard, but that’s what Zoom is for (as the pandemic taught us). But we haven’t missed Dodge at all.